It's my fortieth birthday. I've come to take you up on our little deal.
Oh, Puff, we made that deal a long time ago. Surely, you didn't think...
We agreed in middle school that if neither of us were married by the time we were forty that we'd marry each other. I'm not married, you're not married...
But I have a home, and a life, and an owner who rubs my ears and gives me milk...
Yeah, about that owner of yours...*urp*...say, you wouldn't happen to have an antacid laying around, would ya?
